Arlius stood there mouth open, blank faced at the quarian for a second. He had called her ‘The Client’, which meant one thing. She was going to be working in a group. 

“Oh God,” she said in almost a shout. She quickly shoved her hand over her mouth and attempted to pace her breathing. Arlius was not accustomed to working with other people. She wasn’t like most who didn’t like it, she was deathly afraid of social contact of any sort. Arlius finally got her breathing slower than hyperventilating status.

“N-n-no… I’m… I’m not the client,” she finally said after a few minutes. Arlius steadied herself and finally turned to the quarian. “I… I’m… Arlius… I’m… afraid… we might be... w-w-working together.” Arlius tried to say the words but fear tensed her up and caused her to have a stutter. She scolded herself for being so awkward and weird, it was not professional at all. All she wanted to do was run back to her home on Omega and cry.